24 An Almost Perfect Night

The moon and stars in the night sky aligned
The smell of the wine from her breath was sweet
For this night was like this desert, a treat
As all worries in my head had resigned
I can just sit back, relax and unwind
As if the clouds in the sky were a fleet
I couldn’t take my eyes off her breast and teat
I knew though, I need her to have consigned
A bad guy, I did not want to portray
Her greenish-blue eyes were glossy like glass
I go for a kiss, her lips like kumquat
To my surprise though, her mouth, an ashtray
Trying not to barf, her it would harass
Thought I missed my shot, but she missed her shot